Hot-blooded, check it and see, I've got a fever of a hundred and three...

On Sunday I thought I was coming down with whatever version of the bubonic plague that everyone else seems to be getting. I was achy, tired and my head felt like I had somehow found a way to replace the gray matter with industrial-grade pork gravy. I even canceled on what (so I've heard) turned out to be a debaucherous evening with lady M and Stacy.

But Monday came around, and poof! all better. Seriously. I felt as normal as someone who takes spiritual advice from squirrels possibly can. In fact, I was bragging (the nerve!) to a co-worker yesterday that I never get sick. Seriously, I don't. The last time had to be at least 4 years ago.
I attribute my superhero constitution to the booze.

Now today, karma has once again proven beyond a reasonable doubt that it's sole purpose is to mess with my monkey-addled brain. That karma, she sure can't take a joke.

I'm sick. For real this time.

My throat feels like I was doing 18-hour shifts down by the docks for the last two weeks.
I was winded just getting out of bed. Normally that only happens when I've gone on some sort of pasta & potato-fueled carb binge for several days.

So I'm off to lay on the couch, watch bad tv, have soup, tea and toast and basically just wallow in the sicky sickness.

But first I suppose I should take my temperature, don't you think?

My technique is a bit rusty. Is this the correct method? Is it really safe to do this with a digital thermometer?

Oh well, here goes nothin'...